Welcome to our daily Rosary meditation. Let's begin in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Let's call to mind all those we've promised to pray for.

Today is the Feast of Turez of Lizzu.

In her diary diary she writes, I have always wanted to be a saint. Alas, I have always noticed that when I compared myself to the Saints, there is between them and me the

same difference that exists between a mountain whose summit is lost in the clouds, and the obscure grain of sand trampled underfoot by

passers-by.

Instead of becoming discouraged, however, I said to myself, God cannot inspire unrealizable desires,

I can then in spite of my littleness aspire to holiness. It is impossible for me to be perfect and so I must bear with myself such I am, with all my imperfections.

But I want to seek out a means of going to heaven by a little way,

a way that is very straight, very short, and totally new. We are living now in an age of inventions, and we no longer have to take the trouble of climbing stairs for

an elevator has replaced these very successfully. I wanted to find an elevator which would raise me to Jesus, for I am too small to climb the rough

stairway of perfection.

I searched then in the

then in the scriptures for some sign of this elevator, the object of my

desires and I read these words coming from the mouth of eternal wisdom.

Whoever is a little one let him come to me.

And so I succeeded. I felt I had found what I was looking for.

The elevator, which must raise me to heaven, is your arms, O Jesus.

And for this, I had no need to become perfect, but rather just to remain

little and become more and more dependent upon you.

Our Father who art in heaven, hollow it would be your name,

Thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

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